The second hand is chasing me down
Feels like I'm fading the longer I'm waiting
Can I believe in what my eyes can’t see?
The easy road is escaping me
If there's one thing one thing I've learned
It's that nothing, nothing is sure
You can take your time try to change my mind
But we're well past the point of return
Try to hear your voice through the noise
These invited distractions created by choice
When running is easier then facing the mirror
Nothing in my head is clear
And nothing in my head is clear
My stubborn heart needs breaking
It's hardened from faking
I don't make mistakes when
My hands won't stop shaking
If there's one thing one thing I've learned
It's that nothing, nothing is sure
You can take your time, cross your t's dot your i's
But we're well past the point of secure
We're well past the point of return
